In response to daily post’s prompt : Wind
Like Chicago, St.john’s Newfoundland is also known as the windy city. We have very strong wind in the winter, which causes power outage, when this happens one can expect to be without power for at least a couple of days sometimes longer. When we lose power during winter, we face a lot of problems, such as no TV, no cooking, freezing temperatures and danger of frozen pipes.
Wind in the winter is a problem in a variety of ways. Some of them I’ve already mentioned in the above paragraph.
This is a song sung by a female singer I used to know.She is a Bengali. She had a very sweet and amiable disposition which is rare among those who reach the heights of fame.I’m translating this song to celebrate the memory of a person who was loved by those of us who knew her.
The sky has heaps of blue
The air has some scent
the night is lighted by the glow- worm
the stream has a soft rhythm
Only my hands are empty
but my eyes are full of tears
My lonely heart has closed the doors of hope
I cannot understand what’s wrong with me
Why can’t I overcome my bashfulness
I’ve tried to tell many times but could not
I fail to understand how will I say it
How long can I aimlessly drift in this thought
I know not why I have this conflict!
Changing colors,dropping temperatures, pumpkin spice lattes; do these mainstays of fall fill your heart with warmth— or with dread?
After an extremely hot summer, fall is a welcome change, the temperatures cool off , the leaves change into a variety of colors, all this is a pleasant sight for a little while,but when the leaves fall on the ground, the bare branches of trees, immediately reminds me winter is ready to change its place with fall.
This is the time it is scary. the early snowfall in November, transforms nature into a white blanket of snow everywhere, on trees, on the ground on the roofs of houses, on the streets, children have a wonderful time playing with this free plaything.
Then it starts to be dreadful, the short days, the strong wind and heaps and heaps of snow, covering everything is no longer a happy sight, with doorways, driveways packed with snow, the task of removing the white stuff is an ordeal, no one enjoys.
The slippery roads, the unploughed streets makes moving hazardous. are a characteristic feature of winter and I do not enjoy fall because I know winter is not far behind.
Dheeray, dheeray ,dheeray bao ogo utal hawa
Slowly, slowly,slowly blow oh restless wind
Midnight’s flute is playing
Be calm , be calm oh restless wind
Slowly, slowly blow oh restless wind
I am the lamp’s flame, for you
I fearfully stay awake
I am the flame
I fearfully stay awake for you
Whisper quietly what’s on your mind
Oh restless wind
Your string of verse in the
lands in the corner
of my house
I have something to say
to the early morning star
accept those words secretly
in a whisper oh restless wind
Slowly slowly slowly blow
oh restless wind
Midnight’s flute is playing
Be calm, be calm
oh restless wind!
Have you made a bucket list?Now’s the time—Write about the things you want to do and see before you become dust in the wind.
Bucket list I’ve never made any
But if you want
I can make it quite zany!
I’d like to go to Timbucto
Be back from there
In a day or two!
On my bucket list
I won’t forget to write
All the friends I’d invite!
My thoughts and actions
Are not the same
To tame a tiger is my aim!
If my list befuddles you
It does me too
There is very little I can do!
I can do much better
You may think
Honestly I ran out of ink!
I had to hurry
And to scurry
Before I became
A mere dust in the wind!